The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family

Klaus moved first.

He materialized in the air above Sabrina without visible transition, his form wreathed in grayish Soul Energy that distorted space around him. His hand extended in what appeared to be gentle push, yet the force that erupted from his palm carried weight of accumulated lifetimes.

Sabrina crossed her wings defensively, dark feathers and crystallized blood creating barrier that should have absorbed any conventional attack. Yet Klaus's barely visible strike struck with power that sent her hurtling backward through the air, her transformed body tumbling across hundreds of meters before she could stabilize her flight.

Before she could fully recover, Klaus appeared beside her again with speed that rendered observation meaningless. His leg swept toward her with casual precision, Soul Energy condensing around his limb to create impact that sent her careening through the night sky like fallen star.

She stabilized mid-flight, wings spreading wide as purple pupils blazed with fury that transcended mortal emotion. Her response was immediate and devastating—hundreds of dark and crimson feathers detached from her wings, each one hardening into projectile that moved with bullet-like velocity toward Klaus's position.

The feather-bullets carved through air with whistling sounds that spoke to their supernatural density, each one capable of penetrating castle walls yet moving with coordination that suggested guided intelligence rather than mere projectile barrage.

Klaus appeared directly in front of the incoming storm, his form materializing within the deadly rain with confidence that bordered on arrogance. Yet this time Sabrina was ready for his approach, her fist already cocked and wrapped in dark Arcane energy that pulsed with Lust's direct influence.

Klaus responded by encasing his own fist in concentrated Soul Energy, grayish power condensing around his knuckles with density that made surrounding air visible through distortion effects.

Their fists met in collision that rewrote local physics.

BOOM.

The impact created shockwave that rippled outward in expanding sphere of devastation, atmospheric pressure fluctuating wildly as two fundamentally different forms of cosmic power struggled for dominance. Despite fighting high in the dark sky, the collision's aftereffects reached ground level with force that staggered trained soldiers and shook foundation stones throughout the estate.

They separated, circled, struck again.

BOOM.

Another explosion sent tremors throughout the entire vast Lionhart estate, vibrations penetrating deep into bedrock while pressure waves rattled windows across multiple buildings. Thousands of residents emerged from their quarters, drawn by sounds that suggested artillery bombardment yet originated from sources that moved through empty sky.

Every eye turned upward to witness luminescent energies—grayish Soul power and dark red Arcane force—colliding in patterns that painted night sky with colors that had no names. The display was beautiful and terrifying simultaneously, gods made manifest through vessels that wore human form while wielding power that exceeded mortal comprehension.

Klaus registered the estate's vulnerability through enhanced perception that operated on multiple awareness levels simultaneously. Their combat was generating destruction that threatened to reduce his family's ancestral home to rubble, collateral damage that would claim thousands of innocent lives.

He condensed massive amount of Soul Energy into his palm, grayish power gathering with density that made his hand appear carved from living starlight. The technique built beyond anything he had previously displayed, raw force sufficient to reshape geography through direct application.

Klaus launched the attack with precision that spoke to lifetimes of combat experience. The energy extended through air as luminous palm of gigantic proportions, each finger larger than castle tower while maintaining perfect definition despite its supernatural scale.

The massive construct struck Sabrina with impact that sent her plummeting toward distant mountain range, her transformed body carving through solid rock as though it were soft clay. The collision created crater several kilometers in diameter while sending avalanches cascading down neighboring peaks.

Yet even before dust could settle, Sabrina emerged from the devastation with flight that suggested the impact had merely inconvenienced rather than injured her. Her wings spread wide as she accelerated toward Klaus's position, now hovering near the destroyed mountain with expression of clinical assessment.

She slashed her crimson wing forward with motion that released crescent of pure cutting force, red energy that tore through air with sound like reality itself being rent. The attack carried power to cleave mountains, supernatural sharpness given physical manifestation through Lust's direct enhancement.

Klaus responded by drawing luminous sword from Soul Energy, blade of grayish light that extended beyond normal weapon proportions while maintaining perfect edge geometry. His counter-slash created energy wave that met Sabrina's attack in collision that transcended previous displays entirely.

The impact generated explosion that obliterated everything within several kilometers radius, mountain peaks simply ceasing to exist while vegetation for vast distances was reduced to constituent atoms. At the collision's epicenter, space itself seemed to fold inward, creating small black void that swallowed light and matter with equal indifference.

They hovered in sky above the devastation, both combatants assessing damage while calculating optimal approaches for continued engagement. The destruction around them spoke to power levels that exceeded continental classification, forces that could reshape geography through sustained application.

Klaus's grayish aura pulsed with steady rhythm that suggested vast reserves still untapped, while Sabrina's dark red energy fluctuated with patterns that indicated fifty percent communion with entity whose true capabilities remained largely concealed.

The distance from Lionhart estate provided freedom to unleash techniques without concern for collateral damage—they could fight with full intensity while innocent lives remained protected by mere geography. Yet both recognized that current exchange represented preliminary testing rather than serious engagement.

Sabrina studied Klaus with calculating intensity that combined tactical assessment with growing personal interest. His capabilities exceeded every projection she had formulated, Soul Energy proving superior to her Arcane enhancement in direct confrontation despite her own transcendent status.

Her voice, when it came, carried harmonics that originated from multiple directions simultaneously—ethereal quality that suggested consciousness distributed across dimensional space rather than contained within single vessel.

"Who are you? Really?"

The question hung between them like challenge issued between cosmic forces, its implications extending far past mere identity toward fundamental nature of existence itself. She recognized power that operated on level equivalent to her own enhancement, yet Soul Energy carried characteristics that predated Arkdieu influence entirely.

Klaus's response came with coldness that reflected accumulated lifetimes of conflict, harmonic voice carrying undertones that suggested depths of experience beyond normal measurement.

"Who is asking?"

The counter-question struck with precision that revealed Klaus's awareness of Sabrina's dual nature—host and entity existing in communion that blurred distinction between individual consciousness and cosmic influence. Whether inquiry originated from mortal vessel or transcendent being carried implications that would determine the nature of their continued engagement.